“No. Aside from that omission, it wasn’t a lie,” she says, barely audible as she blushes.
“I promise you’re safe with me, sunflower. And I would love to be your Daddy… if that’s something you’d like to discuss when you feel more comfortable.”
“I’ve read some books. If we get to that point, then I guess we’d have to talk about what it means to you and I both,” she says quietly, and I smile.
“Later,” I say, and she nods.
“Later. Right now, I think I’d like to go to bed and think everything over, if that’s alright? I don’t think I can handle anymore information today.” She’s looking at the floor as she says this, and I understand how much of an information overload this has been for her.
Reaching for her hand, I use my other to tip her chin back up. “It’s okay to feel overwhelmed, baby,” I whisper, fighting the need to lean in and kiss her soft lips.
As if she can sense where my mind went, her eyes drop to my mouth. It takes everything in me not to groan.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that, sunflower,” I tell her the truth, and her eyes move back up to mine with worry.
“Why not?” she questions, and I can’t stand the doubt I see flash in her eyes.
“Because I’m dying to kiss you, Olivia. I’ve been aching for you for weeks,” I admit, and her eyes widen before she smiles.
“Well, would you care to give me my first kiss, then?” she whispers, and I don’t give her the chance to backtrack.
Lowering my head, I press my lips gently against hers, groaning at how soft they feel.
If this was how I lived my last moment on this earth, I’d die a happy man.